The Sun shines like it does every night.
Through the stars, I look at it.
The Sun, however, is shy.
When I tell others, “There goes the Sun!”
They do not believe.
How could they, they say. Who has seen the Sun in the night?
A voyage that I made, I remember.
Standing on the deck were we: me, the captain, and a few sailors.
The captain knew me well, I think. We had met during tea on one of the harbours. But did he know me well, I wonder.
Because when I saw the Sun in the night sky, who was I, he did not remember.
It was a festival in my home, I remember.
They had to wake up early, with the Sun, as the tradition was.
I saw the Sun when everyone was sleeping, so I woke them up.
They woke up, unwillingly. And when they looked outside, there was no Sun, but stars glittering in the night sky.
I tried to convince them Oh, how much effort did I put to show them the Sun that was right before their eyes; and yet, they did not see it.
Now, I am lonely. I do not have any friends.
So I walk alone on the road. I see the sun set, and come again up, in its full might.
I rejoice at that sight. They say that I look at the night sky and smile.
But I know very well that I look at the sun and its brightness, and they think this is strange.